Pairing: Chris and Joey
Word: loch; consecutive; goose; mic


"No.  I'm pissy.  Go the fuck away before I hit you."

Joey settles down on the couch.  "Go ahead.  Hit me with your
worst."

"Fuck *you*!" Chris wails and carefully doesn't hit Joey.

"You could at least ask nicely," Joey says, draping his arm along
the back of the couch.

Chris sits and seethes his way through that statement.  "Fuck me,"
he orders.  Or is it offers?  He's not sure.

"Again, you *could* at least be polite about it."

"Please."

Joey lifts his brows, but that was definitely polite.  He puts a
hand on Chris' chest and pushes him down on the couch.  Then he
starts unfastening Chris' belt.

Chris lifts his hips and shoves his jeans off as soon as Joey's got
the belt undone.  Joey sits back to work on his own belt.  Chris
flips over and kneels on the couch, waiting.

Pants off, Joey looks up to see Chris ready.  "Damn."

Chris tosses Joey the condom from his wallet.  "Just do it. 
Please."

Joey just does it, putting the condom on, trusting to the
lubrication and Chris' strange mood to make it all right.  He's got
it on and his dick in Chris' ass before Chris has the chance to
complain.

Chris presses his face to the couch's rough upholstery.  Joey's big
and strong and Chris sort of loves him for doing this.  "Yes, fuck. 
Make it all right."  Each consecutive thrust makes Chris lose a
little bit more control.

Joey reaches around to jerk Chris off and Chris growls menacingly. 
Joey lets go and puts his hand back on Chris' hip, making it deep
and hard and selfish.

It takes a long time, but Chris finally loses it.  He can't contain
his feelings any longer.  The couch ends up soaking up his anger,
his hate, his tears, his screams and his come.  Joey finishes
somewhere in the middle of it all, and Chris collapses against the
back of the couch, trying to hide behind the cushions.  He just
wants to not be now.

Joey pulls away and tosses the condom aside.  He pats Chris' ass
and Chris flinches away even though Joey didn't goose him.  So Joey
gets up and heads to the bathroom instead.

Chris wants to hide.  Perversely, he doesn't want to get dressed. 
He just wants to lay here and have no one see him.

When Joey comes back, Chris is still collapsed on the couch.  Joey
grabs his pants and pulls them back on, then sits on the floor in
front of the couch.  "So.  Wanna watch TV?"

"No," Chris says, voice muffled by the couch.

"Wanna get dressed?"

Chris sits up and gets dressed.  It's inevitable, like death and
taxes.  But once he's dressed, he goes back to hiding in the couch.

Joey's cautiously relieved that Chris isn't catatonic.  "Wanna be
hugged?"

Chris shivers and presses against the couch, which isn't a no.

Joey gets up and turns around, kneeling, and reaches out for Chris. 
He gets his arms under Chris, one under his shoulders and the other
under his knees.  "This is a good time to say no, if you don't
wanna be hugged."

Chris doesn't say anything, and so Joey picks him up and sits back
down again, Chris curled in his arms.

Chris doesn't say anything.

Joey holds him close, even though Chris is not small or light. 
"S'okay.  Whatever it is.  It's okay."

"It's not okay.  It's never fucking okay."

"What isn't?"

"Things."

"What things?"

"Life things."

"What kind of life things?" Joey asks patiently.

Chris sighs.  "Just things."  He doesn't look at Joey.

"Does this have anything to do with Bob?" Joey asks cautiously.

"Shut up."

Joey shuts up.

After a while Chris says, "I mean, it's just not fair.  His name is
*Bob* for Christ's sake.  Where does he get off dumping me for
being boring?"

Joey nods.  He's not sure if he's supposed to talk again yet.

"It's just that he was so fucking good to me," Chris whispers.

Joey's hands tighten a little, but he keeps them moving on Chris,
comforting him.

Chris's breath shudders and his heart wants to cry.  But his mind
is stronger, and he's not ever going to cry over something like
this again.  Nothing but death deserves tears, anyway.  No one's
dead.

Joey kisses Chris' forehead.  There's things he wants to tell Chris
if Chris would let him talk, but he figures Chris probably knows
them anyway.  That Joey loves him, Joey thinks he's special, that
Bob *is* a boring name, not that Chris is much better as far as
names go.

Chris closes his eyes.  It's very relaxing, if he doesn't think
about the fact that it's Joey holding him and they just fucked.

"It's okay to talk to you now?" Joey asks quietly.

Chris nods, as if Joey's speech has robbed his own.  As if they
can't both talk at the same time.

"I'm sorry he left you," Joey says, then re-thinks that.  "No.  I'm
not.  Not really.  'Cause he couldn't have been treating you all
that good if he could ever get bored of you.  And I'm glad he left
before he could hurt you.  Unless you want him killed.  'Cause
that's still an option."

"I was boring.  I didn't want to go out to clubs all the time.  I
didn't want to eat out and go to games and shit.  I just wanted to
stay home and watch TV, and eat, and have plain vanilla sex.  In
bed."

"So he was dating you to get the club life and see the best shows
and have you buy him stuff and basically cash in on dating a celeb. 
And when you wanted him to just spend time with you, he got bored,
'cause naturally he didn't wanna be with you.  He wanted what he
could get out of you."

"But, Joey, he'd *been* in long relationships before.  With other
non-famous people.  And he didn't call them boring and leave them."

"So?  Bet he did the same things with them or wanted to.  And he
treated you good 'cause he wanted to keep on using you.  Betcha he
latched on to someone else with money or fame after he left you."

Chris shakes his head.  "He moved to Nebraska."

"Oh.  So I'm full of shit."

"Brown eyes," Chris teases weakly.

"Yep.  Just like yours.  Big and brown and kinda fuzzy."

"My eyes are *fuzzy*?  It's worse than I expected."

"Fuzzy in a good way.  Like a teddy bear."

"Oh, well that's okay then."

Joey breathes a sigh of relief.

Chris echoes the sigh and raises a small moan.  "I'm too old for
this angst shit."

"Nah.  You're just the right age.  You wanna settle down and you
still believe in love."

"I'm too fucking old to believe in anything but existence and
Murphy's Law."

"You do so."

"The fact remains, I should know better by now."

"Why?  You're here with me.  You wanted someone who loves you to
hold you and have sex with you.  You know who loves you."

Chris finally gives up.  He just sags against Joey and the couch,
going completely boneless.  Joey's not going to hurt him.

Joey shifts to get more comfortable.  He takes Chris' relaxation as
Chris agreeing with him.  "You should just stay with us.  People
who care about you."

"Sure.  Yes."  He really should.  He should settle.  Take
friendship and good sex and that kind of love and be happy because
it's more than a lot of people get.

"'Cause, y'know.  You could."

"I know.  Just stay.  Don't worry about it.  Life goes on.  I get
the message."

"That's not the message.  I was trying to say... look.  The whole
reason me and Kelly keep not working out isn't me playing around. 
I don't know that much anymore, and anyhow, she knew anyone I found
that way wasn't gonna be anything seriously.  What bugs her knowing
that she isn't ever gonna be first with me.  'Cause she's not."

"Yeah.  The group's first."

Joey looks right at Chris, shaking his head.  "The group's second. 
You're first."

Chris smiles.  "Sure, Joey.  Thanks."

"Chris."

"Joey?"

Joey's eyes are soft.  "You are."

Chris opens his mouth to say something else.  Something about not
knowing Joey worshipped the ground he walks on.  But the look in
Joey's eyes stops him.  "You're serious."

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"'Cause you're Chris.  'Cause you like clubbing and you like my
daughter.  And you like me.  And you know what's important."

"Oh, Jesus.  You could do so much better, Joe, but I'm selfish.  I
think I might try to keep you."

"I couldn't do any better without getting Lance and Justin and
Jayce, too, and you know it."

"Shut up and savor the moment, man."

Joey shuts up again.  But not before kissing Chris.

Chris keeps his eyes closed when Joey pulls back.  "I'm gonna just
sleep like this, I think."

Joey nods.  He can get Chris in bed after Chris falls asleep.

"How about you?"

"My ass is gonna fall asleep."

"Then we should move."

"Yup."  Joey pushes Chris up, then levers himself off the floor. 
"Okay.  Bed now."

Chris takes Joey's hand.  It's a huge thing.  A stupid, adolescent
thing.  But it's far more intimate than sex.

Joey squeezes his hand and leads Chris to bed.